Revisited: Watson and the Shark
by Elizabeth McCracken
Feb 21, 2019
4 minutes
We were brought to the museum, as children often are, to look at ancient things from Egypt. Elsewhere in the galleries were ancient things from Rome and China and Greece, but only in the Egyptian collection was there the threat of seeing a dead body. The promise. We were ten. Of course we wanted to see one, even if it was the teachers’ idea. Perhaps they thought: if you satisfy the bloodthirstiness of children in an art museum they will be less likely to stab each other with compasses during math class.
This was 1975, at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. It was the era of disaster movies: ships
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